Keepsake of the Stars

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Written for Caesar's Palace Shipping Week

Day 1 - whisper

Pairing - Bellatrix/Voldemort

She wants to be loved, to be held and caressed, to feel his pale fingers tangling in her hair. His touch makes her shiver, and when he speaks he communicates in Parseltongue. His language is exotic and pure, the very essence of Salazar Slytherin himself. She doesn't know what he's trying to say, nor does she care, because his actions speak volumes to her.

When he holds her, when he whispers in her ear, she goes limp in his arms. She breathes in, slowly, a smile graces the corners of her lips, leaning back as he trails kisses down her neck. He knows her weaknesses, he knows how to take control of her. His voice is its own magic, no incantations required. The low, hissing sounds penetrate the very depths of her heart, reaching out and sending waves of pleasure down her spine, her nerves tingling with lustful anticipation.

When she embraces him, when she listens to him speak, she is reaching for the heavens, for a star that is brighter than her own. She is reaching for Rasalhague, a star located in Ophiuchus, the serpent-bearer. He was born from the stars, and when their child is born she will inherit his gift. The serpents will answer when she speaks, her whispers luring them in. She will rise on wings of green and black, the Augurey, and brand her followers with a mark mirrors her own. This precious child will be known by many names, but no matter what they call her, she will always be the keepsake of the stars.